Stampeding forth I took two Rovers completely off guard. Maybe if the overconfident idiots had set up a proper perimeter they would have noticed me

Curling my tentacles around two enemy soldier's legs I begin to use them as living battering rams, to help me slam aside any Rovers came across without risking my limbs.

I have to devote quite a few tentacles and tendrils to this since they are rather wiggly and quite heavy to swing around.

However the benefits far outweigh the negatives, as I manage to send soldier after soldier flying without even getting so much as a scratch in return.

Then one of my weapons legs detached and they slid out of my grasp, splattering onto the ground.

The shock this caused the surrounding Rovers meant they failed to pressure me. Giving me the time I needed to just grab one of the corpses off the ground.

Then it was right back to swinging them around everywhere, I felt almost like I was a hurricane or something.

Sadly I’m unable to directly help out the Arthian soldiers because of my aggressive combat style but just by moving around and disrupting the Rovers, I’ve already relieved a lot of pressure on them.

Pikemen are breaking formation and stabbing confused and shocked Rovers. While the spearmen consolidate together then overwhelm numerically inferior groups of Rover soldiers.

The tides of battle are in our favour now.

This square would have originally served as an unloading ground for wagons, now it was an execution ground.

Steadily the Rovers were being pushed back. They outnumbered the Arthians some two to one.

But that hardly mattered if they couldn’t clump up to use their numbers properly.

And whenever they did manage to get into a sufficiently large group, I would just charge towards them.

Shattering their lines and their bodies with my improvised weaponry, everything was going well, we were winning.

That is until a crisp crack sounds out, signalling the loss of another one of my weapons.

And unlike the previous Rovers, these ones took advantage of my movement of weakness, releasing an intense frenzy of simplistic and brutal attacks.

It was kind of a compliment.

Before I joined this battle the Rovers had been taking their time to kill off the Arthians.

Now they were panicked.

Now they were afraid.

And that's why, even though they were far more skilled than the bandits, I was still able to butcher them.

I had hoped that I would be fighting in narrow streets at odd angles but instead, here I was fighting in a wide open space, and I was winning.

Well, I had been winning. I’m not too sure now.

Trying to fend off this small horde with my now not so living weapon was proving to be rather troublesome.

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Then when one of them manages to cleave off one of my tentacles that was holding onto the corpse, it got even worse.

Without the same level of speed as I previously had they were more easily able to avoid my attacks.

Preemptively I drop the corpse and dart my limbs back.

I was rather hungry. I didn’t have enough mana to spend on regenerating my appendages by being too aggressive.

Carefully I avoid a sweeping attack from one of the overextended Rovers, luring them in closer so that I could spring upon them.

I don’t get the chance as one of their friends who has a speck of common sense pulls them back before I get the chance.

They’re still aggressive but now they're more restrained, taking wide swipes at me only to duck behind the protection of their friends.

Before I could start pondering on how to break apart their formation though, a random Arthian spearman suicidally charges into them.

Completely disrupting their formation and giving me the chance I needed to wipe them out.

Rushing forwards I crash into them, ignoring the few Rovers still standing who gore me with their swords.

Instead, I focused on just killing everyone that was already downed, slamming heads into the ground and ripping open throats.

And in just a few seconds, they broke.

They might be more skilled than bandits but they were still human. Morale was quite an issue for them.

I snake a few of my tendrils towards the dropped swords while killing off the downed soldiers. Lifting them up and throwing them at a group of Rovers who seemed to be making their way towards me.

I don’t hit any of them but I think it sent them the message I wanted as they stopped moving towards me and backed off.

Just as the final Rover drew their last breath. I could feel a familiar presence.

A presence of madness and impossibility.

A presence of something that should not be and yet is.

Turning around, I caught sight of the Rover summon just as they entered the square.

They were vaguely humanoid in shape with three legs, two arms and a faceless head.

Two of the legs seemed like they should be joined together, with dozens of thin strands of muscle connecting them together.

Armoured plates covered them in a lopsided fashion, strewn about with no actual defensive purpose in mind.

These plates looked like an unfinished exoskeleton instead of iron or steel armour.

The weirdest part of their legs though, was the reddish paste like goo that coated them.

It looked like their pale orange flesh was melting off of them.

Then, there was their torso.

It was devoid of those strange exoskeleton plates but it made up for its lack of quality defence with quantity.

Spikes jutted out of it and a mass of that sticky viscous goop coated it in ludicrous amounts.

There were also strips of something that looked like leather hanging down from these weird flesh hooks. This patchwork armour covered its torso completely.

Its arms were just off.

The left one was massive and the fingers had fused together and then expanded to turn it into one massive, thick shield of flesh and bone.

The right arm on the other hand was elongated and looked to be longer than most of my own limbs. It looked like it functioned like a tentacle as well judging by the dozens of joints all over it.

Their head was faceless. They had no eyes or at least none that I could see. They just had a maw.

A massive hole in their face which was filled with rows and rows of shark like teeth, jagged and blunt.

This thing was easily my height if not taller, judging by the fact that its shoulders seemed to be level with the buildings.

I could feel it, I could feel that this would be my first true death.

Every other time I had been summoned I had died of hunger, I doubted that would be the case this time.

No, this thing, this Rover Eclipsian, it was going to be the death of me.

But that was okay, I was only ordered to hold off the Rovers so my creator could escape, not to win.